Month: March 2025

Outside my apartment window, I see
legions of pink petals flying off a
Dogwood tree

gliding merrily on the wind, feeling
a jubilation, a liberation, an ecstasy
of being free, released from
the Dogwood tree.

I wonder if they know their lives
will soon be over, yet believe
the last glorious victorious
days and nights
were more than worth it.

Bob Boyd

I couldn’t understand how their marriage
could endure without that primordial need,
that joyous, ecstatic physical union.

Then I remembered when as a teenager
loving a girlfriend beyond measure, beyond
anything I’d ever experienced, a love I’d
never imagined could exist in me.

A love that didn’t require that ecstatic
physical union, not for my lack of trying,
but for her higher teenage morals and
probably her fear of getting pregnant.

Despite it was asexual like my friend’s
marriage, that love seemed purer than
later consummated loves, and like all
all that was good and wonderful in
a perfect fairy tale world.

And maybe his asexual marriage was
closer to a purer, higher love that
had transcended the primordial need
for sex that is not the glue that holds
relationships together anyway.

Bob Boyd

I recall back in the seventies when an acquaintance was going through hard times, and his friends high on weed said, “Don’t worry it’s just karma, and one of them said, “Don’t bring me down.”

I came to dislike blowing another person’s hard times off to just karma; it seemed like an excuse to not really care about that person’s suffering.

Imagine if you were dying of a deadly, painful cancer, and someone said, “Don’t worry it’s just Karma,” as if you deserved it, as if it were no big deal.

Better if someone showed genuine concern and tried to be consoling. And I don’t like the theory that bad things are happening to you because you were a terrible person in a former life and you deserve your Karmic fate.

Bob Boyd

He ponders how everything fades away,
time, material things, a woman’s looks.

Then he wonders if rocks are the
exception, if they erode into nothingness,
and it seems the planet will have to die
before that can happen.

And since rocks don’t appear to have
parents, or consummate, he wonders
how rocks are born.

He learns they come into being by
something called a rock cycle, and
to his amazement, they can live
millions to billions of years.

Then he wonders if rocks have any
sentience, and he learns about
The Panpsychic World, the belief
that consciousness is present in
all things akin to what the Mahayana
Buddhists call the Buddha nature
in all things, sentient and insentient.

He doesn’t know if that theory is
possible, and, right or wrong,
he doesn’t believe in reincarnation,
but imagine if reincarnation were true
and all things, sentient and insentient,
would eventually reach an afterlife state
of eternal bliss consciousness.

He likes the thought of that, the
equality and the promise of it.

Bob Boyd

You probably know nightcrawlers are generally four to six inch earthworms that aerate the soil and rise out of the ground at night to eat decomposing organic matter.

Generally four to six inches doesn’t apply to Gargantuan, the horrifying, the gigantic, the carnivorous Greensboro Park Nightcrawler.

Fifteen to twenty feet in length, at least, circumference up to 3 feet, it’s a terror you don’t want to see. Believe me. You see it and you’re dead.

Appears only in the dark nights in Greensboro Park. Its lair, a hidden tunnel. Seems inert and lifeless until it senses you. Then like a sleeping rattlesnake that once awakened springs into action, it seizes you. And you won’t live to see the morrow.

If you unwittingly stumble upon this ghastly monstrosity on purpose or unwittingly, his crawling speed will shock you, 60 miles an hour usually. When he catches you, he will aerate you before he devours you, a torturously slow and slimy, agonizing death.

Bob Boyd

First the Aliens created Yeti as an experiment
and dropped him into the Himalayas.

Satisfied with that success, they created
the cryptid known as Bigfoot, a different
variety of Yeti, darker in color and
designed to live in a less severe climate.

They deposited him into a forest in North
America. The experiment a success, they
created hundreds more and settled them
in forests all over North America.

Because they wanted to keep Bigfoot safe from
hunters and those who would try to capture
him, they tweaked him with the ability to move
in and out of dimensions instantly, which is why
no one has killed or captured a Bigfoot to
this day, despite all the fake sightings
and conspiracy theories.

Bob Boyd

A guy videoed a young woman running naked
through an airport.

At first I thought maybe it was a streaking stunt,
and she was pretty and with a body that if you
were a woman and naked, you’d want a body
like hers.

But then she started shrieking and throwing
her cell phone at a wall. And it was clear she
was having a nervous breakdown or had
mental health issues.

The guy videoing her was laughing as if
the woman’s break with reality were a
joke.

But it was truly a sad situation, and I hope
that young woman got some help.

Bob Boyd

My ex-friend, Sal, who was a fanatical fan of vampire movies, talked me into driving to Transylvania County, NC with him.

Given the vampiric reputation that Transylvania, Romania has, I had misgivings about going to its NC county namesake, just in case.

I know it sounds silly, but have you ever had a feeling that something bad could happen, kind of like a premonition?

That’s what I had, and I wish I had been mistaken.

To Sal, it was all just for a joke to tell his friends he’d
been to Transylvania, as if he’d been to the one in Romania.

But I know from dealing with dark energies, that it’s unwise to joke about dark things, and when you go looking for the paranormal, the paranormal might come looking for you.

It took three hours to get there from Greensboro, and the day had turned into night. And the moment we drove over the county line, I started feeling unsettling, eerie vibes that I told Sal about.

Sal thought I was just being a superstitious pussy, and I tried to convince myself that he was right, not wanting to spoil his fun.

Moments later, three vampires dropped out of the sky.

With vampiric power, they stopped the car and ripped the front doors off.

One of them seized Sal.

The others tried to grab me, but shrank away in horror.

The vampires flew off with Sal screaming, blood dripping from his neck, and despite months of searches, even with dogs, Sal was never seen again.

And I will be ever thankful that on that day that the vampires got Sal, I was wearing a Pope approved crucifix and had stuffed my pockets with the super potent Chesnok Red garlic, renown for its effectiveness as a vampiric repellent.

And if you ever come to NC, think twice about going to Transylvania County unless you take protective measures like I did.

You might want to bring a hammer and a wooden stake, just in case.

If you have type O-positive blood, you will be in greater danger.

Sal, bless his soul, had O-positive, and it attracts creatures of the night like bees to honey.

My name is Franklin Pierce Jr., future politician, and I approve of this true story.

He wonders if the kundalini energy in him, that never reached full fruition in this life, will complete upon his death and merge his surviving consciousness into the cosmos aka eternal bliss cosmic consciousness.

He wonders like the Buddhist Bodhisattvas, if he’ll have a chance to forgo liberation, but instead of forgoing it to try to bring all sentient beings to total liberation, he’d like to have a choice between total liberation or a romantic liberation with an angelic woman in the heavens.

He realizes that is probably shortsighted, and that nothing he could imagine would be comparable to eternal bliss in cosmic consciousness, but the romantic in him pines for what he sees as eternal bliss with that angelic woman, like a happy ever after fairy tale, like the best feel good movie one could ever see, like the greatest love story imaginable.

Bob Boyd

Immature high school graduates seeking the glory,
and the fighting skills of being badass marines,
and returning home not to be messed with
fighting machines, strolled into a recruitment
office for the U.S. Marines.

But, just as in high school, they screwed around
so much in the recruiter’s office, he yelled,
“Get the hell out!”

They left laughing and realized they really didn’t
give a shit about being marines and had no idea
that the marine recruiter gave them the break of
their young lives.

Unknown to them, a war was heating up in a
distant South Asian country where approximately
58,000 American soldiers would die, one of them a classmate of theirs.

And odds are one or both of them would have
come home in a body bag or with PTSD for life.

One of the immature high school graduates joined
the Air Force, the other the Army. Both served
in Germany. Neither saw combat. Both
returned to the states alive.

Bob Boyd

He survived the werewolf attack miraculously with only a bite
But was compelled to howl and kill the following full moon night.
As a Bible believing Christian, he wondered what would be his afterlife fate.

Did the werewolf merely change him into a monster with that bite or had the beast also consigned him to hell?

He prayed night after night for God to lift the curse, yet the curse remained, and he came to see trying to lift the curse was as futile as a dwarf trying to become a giant.

The next full moon night right before the curse took hold of him with a Bible in his hand and prayers for forgiveness to God, he put a silver bullet loaded pistol to his head and pulled the trigger with the hope his noble act of ending the curse and sparing lives would send him to heaven despite his suicide.

Bob Boyd

Never imagined you could
levitate so effortlessly, Big.
I’m impressed with that feat
(no pun on foot intended).
Is there no limit to your
paranormal abilities?
And tell me true, are
you interdimensional
or do you appear and
disappear through portals?

~ Simon Magus

Passivity, Passivity, what have you done to your country?
That had such a rich history starting around 12,000 BC.
Once the Queen of faraway lands, an envy of the world,
peaceful people, beautiful women, breathtaking sights.
Passivity, Passivity, you allowed yourself to be overrun
with unending, unchecked hordes of invading migrants.
Guests ungrateful for your warm, welcoming generosity
that didn’t share or appreciate your country’s rich culture,
a country once one of the most peaceful on the planet,
and brought with them unimagined crime and strife.

Now your renowned heavenly haven has gone to hell.
Your women are raped. Your cities are crime-ridden.
The peace is destroyed, replaced with havoc and violence.
Essentially you have been conquered and diminished.
your glory days beyond restoration, gone forever.
Passivity, Passivity, it all should have been obvious,
but you let your misguided politics and destructive policies
bring your country, your culture, and your past glories down.
It saddens my heart remembering the country you once were.

Bob Boyd

I never could believe that an infinite God would be so small as to refuse admittance to only a select following.

I never could believe devout followers of other religions would be denied the ear and the grace of God and sent to hell.

I never could believe a tribe of natives living far from the world in some undiscovered habitat would be sent to hell without having a prayer of hearing of Christ.

I never could believe a child born incapable of understanding a word of Christianity let alone accepting Christ would be sent to hell.

I never could believe a young man or woman raised in horrendous circumstances who made bad choices that led to criminality, death by a drug overdose or a suicide, would be sent to hell.

And, frankly, I never could believe in the eternal damnation of a hell or a God that would condone it.

But I am a believer in and a follower of Christ, but not as an only way or out of fear of going to a hell and not so dogmatically as to believe Christ is the only way.

And not as a member of any church. I refuse to be controlled or abide by mostly man made rules of man made churches.

And I see Christ more as a Cosmic Christ, a personal, approachable part of the infinite Absolute that the acceptance of can affect profound changes in a person’s life. I write this not as theory or belief, but from direct experience.

Bob Boyd

According to a 2025 Forbes article, 43% of people married for the first time get divorced. And the percentages are 60% for second marriages and 73% for third marriages.

Factor in all the the relationship break ups that never make it to marriages, and love is like a toss of the dice.

And love can seem like a gambling casino where the odds are always stacked in favor of the house, where the dice is loaded, and the addicted gamblers usually keep playing and losing.

Bob Boyd

I’m not a psychic. I’m not a seer. I don’t have second sight,
but I have seen two dead people in dreams, ADC’s, After Death Communications.

One was an old friend that I wrote a poem about, Mike McHugh.
The other was Black Elk, a Lokata Medicine Man. I wrote a poem about that ADC dream too.

Examples of ADCs: Dreams of the deceased. Symbols related to the dead person, like a fictional poem I wrote about bluebirds, a perfume a woman who passed away wore, sounds, touches, voices, flickering lights and probably more.

Here’s an example of a perfume ADC. A woman I worked with was cleaning out her recently deceased mother’s house when suddenly she was surrounded with the scent of the perfume her mother always wore.

Unfortunately the ADC frightened her and she ran out of the house and I don’t know if she ever went back.

To me, ADCs are confirmations of life after death, but here’s a case of an ADC that never happened which puzzles me:

The famous magician Houdini made a pact with his wife that if he died before her he’d try to communicate with her from the afterlife.

Years and decades passed, but he never succeeded in breaking out of the afterlife and communicating with his wife despite being able to break out of nearly anything when he lived.

Bob Boyd

It seems nearly everyday we hear of something else that can cause cancer.
It seems like we’re running out of options for avoiding it.
Even the sun can be a source of it. And by the way, beware of the sun as you grow older. Better to take D3 and limit your sun exposure.
Kind of like the saying an idle mind is the Devil’s playground, older skin is the sun’s cancerous playground.

And did you know men are prone to getting skin cancer on their ears?
It’s because men don’t usually wear their hair long enough to cover their ears and protect them from the sun.

I constantly read in the news of more and more young people getting cancer.
Many of them appear to be doing all the right things to prevent getting it.
Sometimes it is as if cancer is close to winning in eventually killing all of us.

The good news is newer and better treatments keep being developed.
But it wouldn’t surprise me if one day I read the air we breathe is found to cause cancer,
and more and more it seems like it’s in everything.

Bob Boyd

Hiking near the Rio Grande
And had my Clock 20 handy
In case some big unhinged bear
Charged at me out of his liar
The day was quiet and peaceful
Being in nature felt so blissful
Suddenly something was afoot
I turned around and saw Bigfoot
He said to me, “Are you okay?”
I froze too scared to run away
And too scared to pull out my glock,
Too frightened to shoot, and in shock.
Lost my mind, passed out completely
Came to with Bigfoot over me
Looking as big as an oak tree
He helped me up from the ground
Smiled and asked me to hang around
Said okay since he meant no harm
His manner as soothing as balm
We talked and he said crazy things
Like there were aliens with wings
Then all of a sudden he sings
Becomes an alien with wings.
And said it’s time for me to go
And down came a big UFO
He got in it and waved goodbye
And disappeared into the sky.

Bob Boyd

Her once incomparably gorgeous looks have faded
so much she looks like just another elderly woman.
Her once beautiful blonde hair has turned an aged gray
and isn’t as abundant and radiant.
Her once smooth velvety skin is now old, wrinkled,
and dotted with age spots.
Her once perfectly trim figure is no longer trim,
laden with a little age-related body fat.
But he loves her even more than when she was
young and perfect.
And he’s no longer young either, and no longer
handsome and perfect.

Bob Boyd

When Little Jack Horner had grown into a man,
one day he sat in a corner of a grocery store
eating a plum pie he ripped off from the bakery.

When he pulled out a plum and claimed he was a good lad,
Store Security caught the theft on a store security camera.

They hauled that bad boy off to the pokey where he spent 30 days and then 30 more for stealing an inmate’s peach pie.

When Jack was sprung from the pokey, he went back to the grocery store and stole ten more pies, got busted again, and had to appear before a judge in court.

Because the judge thought Horner, a repeat pie stealing offender, was clinically nuts,
instead of putting Jack back in the pokey, he sentenced him to a mandatory year of psychological counseling.

A year later Jack Horner was miraculously cured of his pie stealing obsession.

And this might be only coincidental, but the manager at the grocery store where Jack Horner stole all the pies from, now can’t account for all the missing cookies.

Bob Boyd